While I was flipping through the channels, I came across the new Macy’s Christmas commercial with Queen Latifah. Macy’s is launching a campaign themed “Believe.” The push emphasizes the spirit of Christmas and the hope that steams from belief.
The campaign draws inspiration from the famous “Yes, Virginia” letter that ran in the New York Sun in 1897 in which a little girl wrote the newspaper asking if Santa Claus was real. “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus,” responded journalist Francis Church, who made the case for believing in things like love, beauty and joy, which are invisible yet exist nonetheless.
The editor, Francis Church, was given an opportunity to rise above the simple question and address the philosophical issues behind it. He wrote, “The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and un-seeable in the world”.
The Bible speaks of the temporary existence of that which is seen, but speaks of what is unseen as being eternal. (2 Corinthians 4: 18) Some of the most real realities are found not with the human eye. Faith is that which is not seen, but yet is evident in other ways. I dare to dream and imagine a world without slavery, a neighborhood where people share what they have so those without can have something. I believe its possible for children without hope to find it again. Belief is a compelling thing that causes us to act on behalf of what is not, in hopes of what could be. It produces in me a confidence that wrongs can be made right, that things once broken can be healed, and that which has lost its purpose can be re-purposed. These and other unseen realities provoke the “God Seed” in me, and I find faith to keep pressing in on that which is not seen. There is something built into the nature of creation that hopes, and when we join our faith together, love conquers hate.
The story of our individual lives also builds our faith and creates a case to believe. Our stories are like a book being written. The unwritten part of our story creates the space for what is not to still be realized. I choose not to lose hope, because my story is still being written. I choose not to lose faith, because as long as there is breath in me, the redemptive part of my story is still being told. When I look back over the written parts of my life, I find the courage to keep believing. Remembering the written parts of my story gives me confidence to dream about the unwritten parts. I think the editor of Virgina’s letter got it right when he wrote, “”The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.”
As part of the holiday campaign, Macy’s stores also will host “Believe Stations,” which will include a “Believe Meter” to measure holiday spirit. The stations also will be receptacles for letters to Santa. Macy’s has pledged to give a dollar for every such letter — up to $1 million — to the Make-A-Wish
Foundation, which grants wishes to chronically ill children. Have you ever contemplated what it might look like to believe in something, and that belief fueled a movement that changed the life of others? That is what the advent season is. Because God so loved, He sent His Son, and those who choose to believe in Him will live forever. Behold a child is given, and the goverment shall be upon his shoulder, and He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.





Earlier this year I was chatting with a friend over tea and biscotti at a local coffeehouse. She asked me what I thought I might want to do with my life – or at least to aim for in the near future. It only took me a moment of thought to reply that I wanted to keep doing what I was already doing. Not that there wouldn’t be minor corrections to my path in the course of living, of course, or that in the midst of the over-arching scheme of things that there wouldn’t always be fine-tuning. But in general, I told her, “I am doing what I want to be doing.” And as I said those words, I realized that this was an unusual statement for anyone to make, let alone for me to do so.
If you have ever been to London and have taken the underground subway to get around the city, you have most likely seen a sign that says “Mind The Gap”. The signs serve as a reminder to pay close attention to the space between the platform and the underground car. A toe or heel caught in the gap can result in a painful fall, let alone an embarrassing moment. Reflecting upon this brought me to conclude that it would be helpful to have this same message posted around me in several strategic locations as a reminder. There are gaps that concern me. Some of the gaps I often find are
The other day I reconnected with an old friend from grade school days. In the process of our conversation she asked me what I did. I thought for a moment and said to her, “That’s a hard one to answer.” There is no simple answer. My life vocation was once easy to answer, “I am a Pastor”. I was a Pastor in Dallas for 15 years and one day about 5 years ago I decided if I wanted to go for my dream, and do even more with my life, now was that time. Don’t get me wrong I loved being a Pastor in a large church but there was more in me to do.
New Haven Ballet recently invited my daughter to participate in something called “Shared Ability” dance workshops for students with physical, intellectual, and emotional disabilities. The workshops pair these students with dancers from the New Haven Ballet Company for a fun and stimulating 90 minute program of warm up exercises, movement studies, and shared improvisations. A few girls from Madison’s Ballet company volunteered to participate in the program.